Shame the Devil

Debra Brenegan

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Finalist for the 2011 ForeWord Book of the Year in the Historical Fiction Category

"There may be married people who do not read the morning paper. Smith and I know them not … It is not too much to say the newspapers are one of our strongest points of sympathy; that it is our meat and drink to praise and abuse them together; that we often in our imagination edit a model newspaper, which shall have for its motto, 'Speak the truth, and shame the devil.'" — Fanny Fern

Shame the Devil tells the remarkable and true story of Fanny Fern (the pen name of Sara Payson Willis), one of the most successful, influential, and popular writers of the nineteenth century. A novelist, journalist, and feminist, Fern (1811–1872) outsold Harriet Beecher Stowe, won the respect of Nathaniel Hawthorne, and served as literary mentor to Walt Whitman. Scrabbling in the depths of poverty before her meteoric rise to fame and fortune, she was widowed, escaped an abusive second marriage, penned one of the country's first prenuptial agreements, married a man eleven years her junior, and served as a nineteenth-century Oprah to her hundreds of thousands of fans. Her weekly editorials in the pages of the New York Ledger over a period of about twenty years chronicled the myriad controversies of her era and demonstrated her firm belief in the motto, "Speak the truth, and shame the devil." Through the story of Fern and her contemporaries, including Walt Whitman, Catharine Beecher, Harriet Beecher Stowe, Harriet Jacobs, and Nathaniel Hawthorne, Shame the Devil brings the intellectual and social ferment of mid-nineteenth-century America to life.
Acknowledgments

A Note about Sources

1. Sarah Payson Willis, Outskirts of Boston, Saturday, June 29th, 1816

2. Catharine Beecher, Sara Payson Willis, and Harriet Beecher (Stowe), Hartford, Hartford Female Seminary, Sunday, October 3rd, 1830

3. Nathaniel Willis, Boston, Wednesday, April 12th, 1837

4. Julia Willis, Sara Payson Willis, and Charles Eldredge, Boston, Wednesday, April 12th, 1837

5. Sara Payson Willis, Nathaniel Willis, and N. P. Willis, Boston, Wednesday, April 12th, 1837

6. Mary Eldredge, Brighton, Massachusetts, Friday, October 9th, 1846

7. Sara Payson Willis Eldredge, Boston, Friday, December 22nd, 1848

8. Sara Payson Willis Eldredge Farrington, Boston, Thursday, January 17th, 1850

9. Sara Payson Willis Eldredge Farrington and Harriet Jacobs, Boston, Friday, January 10th, 1851

10. Grace Eldredge, Newton, Massachusetts, Wednesday, February 19th, 1851

11. Sara Payson Willis Eldredge Farrington, the Road from Boston to Newton, Saturday, April 26th, 1851

12. Sara Payson Willis Eldredge Farrington, Boston, Friday, June 13th, 1851

13. James Parton, New York, Monday, July 14th, 1851

14. Sara Payson Willis Eldredge Farrington, Boston, Monday, July 14th, 1851

15. Louisa Jacobs, New York, Monday, July 14th, 1851

16. N. P. Willis, New Orleans, Monday, August 16th, 1852

17. Lucy Bumstead (nee Willis), Boston, Monday, August 16th, 1852

18. James Parton, New York City, Monday, August 16th, 1852

19. Sara Payson Willis Eldredge Farrington, Boston, Friday, September 17th, 1852

20. Oliver Dyer, New York, Friday, September 17th, 1852

21. Sara Payson Willis Eldredge Farrington, Boston, Tuesday, February 1st, 1853

22. Harriet Beecher Stowe, Boston, Tuesday, February 1st, 1853

23. Fanny Fern, Boston, Tuesday, February 8th, 1853

24. Grace Eldredge, Newton, Tuesday, February 8th, 1853

25. Oliver Dyer and Fanny Fern, Boston, Thursday, February 10th, 1853

26. Hezekiah Eldredge, Newton, Monday, March 14th, 1853

27. N. P. Willis, Idlewild, New York, Monday, April 18th, 1853

28. James Parton, New York, Monday, June 3rd, 1853

29. Mary Eldredge, Newton, Monday, June 17th, 1853

30. Catharine Beecher, Milwaukee, Monday, June 17th, 1853

31. Fanny Fern, Oliver Dyer, and Richard Willis, Boston, June 17th, 1853

32. Fanny Fern, Boston and Newton, Friday, July 1st, 1853

33. Fanny Fern, New York City, Friday, July 1st, 1853

34. Fanny Fern, New York City, Friday, July 8th, 1853

35. Grace Eldredge, Niagara Falls, Sunday, July 10th, 1953

36. Nathaniel Willis, Boston, Thursday, September 22nd, 1853

37. Ellen (Nelly) Eldredge, New York, Thursday, September 22nd, 1853

38. James Parton, New York, Thursday, September 22nd, 1853

39. Fanny Fern, New York, Tuesday, January 17th, 1854

40. Walt Whitman, Brooklyn, Thursday, February 8th, 1855

41. Fanny Fern and Catharine Beecher, New York, Friday, March 30th, 1855

42. Fanny Fern, Hoboken, New Jersey, Saturday, January 5th, 1856

43. Fanny Fern and Walt Whitman, New York, Friday, March 14th, 1856

44. Grace Eldredge, New York, Sunday, June 8th, 1856

45. James Parton, Brooklyn, Saturday, October 4th, 1856

46. Fanny Fern, Brooklyn, Saturday, October 4th, 1856

47. Walt Whitman, Brooklyn, Saturday, October 4th, 1856

48. Ellen Eldredge, New York, Thursday, May 26th, 1859

49. James Parton, New York, Thursday, May 26th, 1859

50. Fanny Fern, New York, Thursday, May 26th, 1859

51. Grace Eldredge Thomson, New York, Tuesday, September 16th, 1862

52. Fanny Fe

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• Publié par: State University of New York Press
• Date de parution: 01 juillet 2011
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781438435886
• Langue: English

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Shame the Devil

A Novel
Debra Brenegan

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Acknowledgments
Special thanks go to James Sappenfield for introducing me to Fanny Fern in graduate school. He was exactly right when he told me, “I have someone you need to read that you'll really like.” Thanks, too, to Kristie Hamilton and Genevieve McBride for nurturing my studies of Fern. My gratitude extends to Gwynne Kennedy, George Clark, Liam Callanan, Jane Nardin, John Goulet, and all of my professors who helped support my writing and critiqued drafts of this book. I appreciate receiving a Graduate School Fellowship from the University of Wisconsin-Milwaukee and a Summer Research Stipend from Westminster College—both of which aided my research and revision.
Many thanks go to Rose Marie Kinder, Trudy Lewis, and Phong Nguyen, members of my Missouri writing group, who read every word of this novel and gave unfailing support. Other wonderfully helpful writing friends include: Rochelle Melander, Monica Rausch, and Lynn Wiese Sneyd. I've also been lucky to have the friendship of Karen Geschke, Maureen Schinner, and Betsy Stern, who have always stood by me.
I am grateful for the generous presence of everyone at Westminster College including Dave Collins, Wayne Zade, Maureen Tuthill, Theresa Adams, Heidi Levine, Carolyn Perry, Barney Forsythe, and my students, especially Sarah Blackmon, who designed the Willis family tree.
Special thanks to James Peltz, my editor, who took a chance on this book.
Thanks, too, to my brothers, Jim, Tom, Ken, and Ron, and to my stepdad, Dean, who “knew I could do it.” To all my extended family and great circle of friends—thank you for your support and love.
Thanks and love go to my mom, Mary DeMille Ludvigsen, who never tired of listening to me talk about Fanny; and to Sara and Joel Rozansky, who happily shared the excitement of this project with me. Much love and special thanks to Jordan and Chelsea Brenegan for losing bits and pieces of their mother to research and writing days. We always did make it to violin lessons!
I am thankful for the loving presence of Callie, my twenty-year-old cat, who warmed my lap through many a long computer session.
And, finally, I am enormously grateful to Steve Rozansky, my wonderful husband, who is my deepest love, my best friend, and my staunchest ally. I can't imagine a better life partner.

A Note about Sources
While Fanny Fern, Walt Whitman, Harriet Beecher Stowe, Catharine Beecher, N. P. Willis, Harriet Jacobs, and other people who really lived appear in this book as fictional characters, I've tried to render their lives and times as accurately as possible. I also sought to preserve Fanny Fern's unique writing style and to present her work exactly as it first appeared in print, including intended or unintended irregularities in spelling, grammar, punctuation, and usage. I read widely about Fern and her contemporaries and am grateful to Joyce Warren, for her thoroughly researched and well-written biography, Fanny Fern: An Independent Woman . I also found Nancy A. Walker's book, Fanny Fern , very helpful. I am grateful for access to the Sophia Smith Collection at Smith College and to those who helped me wade through the Fern archives. Thanks, also, to Josephine Kuo and her husband, Hon-Ming Eng, for allowing me access to their house, formerly Fanny Fern's dwelling in New York. In addition, I gained wonderful insight from visiting the Merchant's House Museum in New York and appreciate the information they provided about life in nineteenth-century New York.
I give credit to early Fern scholars, Elaine Gellis Breslaw and Florence Bannard Adams, and read their respective texts Popular Pundit: Fanny Fern and the Emergence of the American Newspaper Columnist , and Fanny Fern, or a Pair of Flaming Shoes , with great interest. Biographic works by James Parton and Ethel Parton were also enormously helpful, as was scholarly work by a host of authors, especially Nina Baym, Mary Kelley, Nicole Tonkovich, Jane Tompkins, and Ann Wood. I even managed to get through “Moulton's” unauthorized biography, The Life and Beauties of Fanny Fern .
My bottomless thanks to these people and to all of those who documented, researched, and wrote about Fanny Fern before me. Their efforts made mine possible.
Chapter One

Sarah Payson Willis, Outskirts of Boston, Saturday, June 29th, 1816
Who but God can comfort like a mother?
—Fanny Fern, A New Story Book for Children , 1864
Sarah would soon be five years old. Old enough, her father said, to start doing a few more chores and to learn that the world wasn't all whimsy and fun; it was work and effort and had to be taken seriously. It was a warm, sunny day. A few wispy clouds floated high in the bluebird sky and the yellow ball of sun warmed Sarah's back as she crouched among the waist-high plants in her mother's garden behind the house. Sarah's bonnet slipped down the back of her head, as it often did, and she knew she should take a moment to readjust it, yet she didn't. She broke off the tops of some daisies in the garden. There were so many daisies; surely a few wouldn't be missed. She looked around, and seeing that Louisa and Julia occupied little Mary, and Nat grubbed for fishing worms at the other end of the yard and seemed to pay her no attention, Sarah pinched the blooms off a few soft pink roses and one glorious blue hydrangea. She was making a little church, a church where all the good ants and crickets could come and worship. She stuck the hydrangea elegantly into a small puddle of mud. It would serve as the focal point—a lovely, soft statue surrounded by a shimmering moat. Sarah arranged the daisies in a circle around the hydrangea and imagined them to be cushions the insect worshippers could recline upon. She sprinkled a few bread crumbs from her pocket near the daisy lounge—to serve as both communion and lunch, she supposed. Sarah smelled each rose, then stuck the fragrant beauties at spaced intervals to provide shade for the more delicate bugs, or for the ones who might have forgotten their bonnets or hats.
A shadow fell upon her church scene, and looking up, Sarah saw the very pregnant form of her mother silhouetted against the dazzling sun. Sarah grinned broadly at the smile she knew would be on her mother's face, even though it took her several blinks in the new light to make it out.
“I see you're making good use of the flowers,” Hannah Willis said.
“Yes, Mother. It's a church,” Sarah said and proceeded to explain her composition.
Hannah wiped her forehead with a small lacy handkerchief. “It's certainly nothing like Park Street Church, is it?”
“No, Mother. And the Sexton won't find us here, either.” The Sexton had an eye out for Sarah, she knew. He and every other pastor that came near the family. Sarah's father adored pastors. He had spoken with all of them about his worries for her, about her wickedness. Sarah wiggled during prayers, interrupted conversations, asked too many questions for a girl growing so big. What could be done to inject modesty, humility, and piety into her—quickly, before her bad habits took root? Most of the pastors (except for Reverend Payson) eyed Sarah gravely and whispered gruff advice to her father, advice for punishment or deprivation sure to smooth her rough edges. Despite all the fuss, Sarah didn't feel wicked, and, so, avoided clergymen, and their lectures, as much as possible, running from the table as soon as dinner was over, if they were visiting, looking sheepishly at her shoes if Father stopped the family to talk to a minister after a sermon.
Hannah set the basket she was carrying (it smelled full of blueberry muffins) on the ground beside the flower church and gently straightened Sarah's bonnet. “How would you like to come with me this afternoon, my pet, and see a grown-up lady's flower church?”
With five siblings (the eldest, Lucy, was in the parlor learning sewing), Sarah never missed a chance to be alone with her mother, and so, the two walked for what seemed an eternity beneath a great many trees along a grassy path. They were mostly quiet as they walked, enjoying the dappling sunshine, listening to bird twitter, and watching the bushes as they passed to see if a rabbit might run out. Just as Sarah's legs grew tired, they came to a little wooden house almost engulfed by lilac bushes. The bushes weren't blooming, but in front of them, in great profusion, were hundreds of opened posies of every color and scent. Sarah wanted to pull the flower fragra